Sunday, September 25, 2005


Max marches to the tune of his own drummer,
He's been quiet talkative all summer.
We helped him fill out a quick pick ticket,
And when he wins the lottery- lucky me.

After the fairy waves a magic wand
Max will buy every James Bond DVD,
Why shouldn't he?
Then he'll buy me a Cadillac;
Imagine that.
And I've heard my colleague will receive a Ford Thunderbird,
So that's the word.

He's a generous, happy-go-lucky kind of guy,
Always provides constant entertainment,
Although he'll never know it.

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